40 Years In The Airport
365 Writing Challenge, Day 33
I watch the flight tracker in the airport with unpausing eyes. My flight’s been delayed by an hour, and at this point, I’m certain to miss my connection.
I imagine my luggage paused somewhere in the bowels of the airport. The conveyer belt has stopped, stranding the turquoise bags somewhere in isolation.
I look back up at the clock. One minute gone. Fifty-nine to go.
The airport bar stands as an island of salvation. The bartender is my messiah and the bottle of Bombay my manna.
I order a G&T, extra on the G and continue to wait.
Ten minutes down, an eternity to go.